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Gently the petals fall as the tree gently sways / That has known many springs and many petals fall / Year after year to strew the green deserted ways / And the statue and the pond and the low, broken wall.
Faded is the memory of old things done, / Peace floats on the ruins of ancient festival; / They lie and forget in the warmth of the sun, / And a sky silver-blue arches over all.
O softly, O tenderly, the heart now stirs / With desires faint and formless; and, seeking not, I find / Quiet thoughts that flash like azure king-fishers / Across the luminous tranquil mirror of the mind.